You are strapped in, ropes are set, clips are locked. You obviously have been hanging out with a guy who goes climbiing.

Then there's obvious physics at play, where you won't hit the ground, won't hit the canyon walls, etc.

So you're sitting there, chicken shiat, 'cause let's face it: that logic part of your brain is saying "No good can come from jumping off a cliff." This fights against prior statements like; "ropes are there," "this is all seems cinched in place," and "the massive open valley before me and the way physics works says I won't hit a GOD DAMN THING." But no, that "Do not go over the cliff edge" has an amazing over-ride.

So the guy you've been with, the one who brought you here letting you know this is awesome, the guy who clearly has done it before gives you a little shove. You survive, but he's now a douchebag?Aside from the obvious bleached spiked hair; douchebag?Why the FARK did you go to the canyon with him in the first place!?